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I put to you a tale of two sheep
tepidly beside themselves with fraught.
Now who was who and which was which...
It simply matters not.
But suffice to say, they were both dismayed
For the amelioration they both sought.

So in a far off land beyond the hills,
There lived these woolly sheep.
Now the poor things were very tired
And were feeling bushed and beat.
As this should come as no surprise...
They had gone five days bereft of sleep.

"We are deep in trouble," One sheep exclaimed.
"I am overcome with grief.
There must be some creature about
Who could aid in our relief?
For as sure as the sun will rise again...
We will soon perish bereft of sleep."

"By golly. That's it," said the other sheep
With a twinkle in its eye.
"There is an Owl who lives in Pecker Wood
Who is both sapient and wise.
She will end this nocturnal drought
Before we croak and die."

The sheep made their way as best they could
With their energy so vastly drained.
Their eyes were as heavy as a Potter's stone
And they could barely stand the strain.
As they sloshed up the muddy trail
Still precipitously wet from a morning rain.

But their search was bare and fruitless
As the Owl was nowhere to be seen.
They wondered through a forest of trees
With all different shades of green.
Where they came upon three critters
Who were looking gaunt and lean.

The sheep greeted the Wild Cat, Wolf, and Beaver 
And told them a story filled with woe.
Their lack of sleep was most disturbing
And they were not sure where they should go.
The Beaver said, "You should come with me...
You will sleep as we watch our river flow."

Now the Wild Cat stroked her whiskers
And said, "I will promise you a treat.
Don't let it be said, you should go to your beds
Without a fine meal for you to eat.
And with your stomachs full, it just makes sense...
You will both quickly fall asleep."

"Please ignore their simple musings,"
As the Wolf had the final say.
"I have a backpack filled with all we need
To help you sleep without delay.
And what I have, I will gladly share
If you follow me this day."

The Wolf turned around and trotted off
With the woolly sheep a happy pair.
Both eager for him to help them sleep
And put an end to their despair.
When the Wolf let out a vociferous howl...
"My leg is caught in a hunter's snare!"

One of the sheep gave in to panic and yelled,
"The poor Wolf has lost this fight.
And if he should die, our cause is lost,
We will go without sleep another night."
"Check his backpack, just in case," said the other.
"We may find something to ease his plight."

The sheep went through the Wolf's backpack
And pulled out some cutlery and floss.
"Please hurry," said the frantic sheep.
"Before the Wolf is lost."
But all that remained for the sheep to find...
Was some Frank's Red Hot Chili Sauce.

The sheep had a taste and smacked their lips
For a condiment they would use without delay.
And looking at each other... they decided
To use it on some unsuspecting prey.
Then turning to the Wolf... they mischievously said,
"Sorry, this is not your lucky day."

So when you're tired and the day is done
And find yourself bereft of sleep.
Don't put your trust in what your Mother said
And count some legs of mutton as they leap.
But bear in mind the Wolf's last thought...
"You can't trust no freakin' sheep."

                     The End
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